Dawn: Ted

Dawn: Ted

Ted Austin Kuebler USA Eight. It takes twelve 7th graders to slug a hull to the beach, dark rising. They have not been on the water before and the plug for the safety launch is missing, so I must coach them from the shore and keep them in the cove. I have no...
Dawn: Ted

Dawn: Spirit Animal

Spirit Animal Och Gonzalez Philippines ​We stare at each other with unblinking intensity, this tiny brown primate and me. I’ve come to the Bohol Tarsier Sanctuary early this morning, a place I know I shouldn’t be in, but my voice isn’t strong enough to override those...
Dawn: Ted

Dawn: Raqib

Raqib Stefani J. Alvarez Philippines Translated by Alton Melvar M. Dapanas. Original text followed by translation below. Nasa kamay ko noon ang mga kuwento ni Alice Munro sa kanyang Dear Life. Delayed ang flight ng Saudia papuntang Dammam mula Riyadh. Magkatabi tayo...
Dawn: Ted

Dawn: Haqq

Haqq Stefani J. Alvarez Philippines Translated by Alton Melvar M. Dapanas. Original text followed by translation below. Content warning: contains scenes of a sexual nature. Hindi natin tatawirin ang King Fahad causeway ngayong gabi. Nais ko mang panoorin ang pelikula...
Dawn: Ted

Dawn: Hamid

Hamid Stefani J. Alvarez Philippines Translated by Alton Melvar M. Dapanas. Original text followed by translation below. Nakahiga ako sa kama na parang patay na pusa. Nakamasid sa di umaandar na aircon sa kaliwang bahagi ng silid. Kapag taglamig sa Saudi tuwing...
Dawn: Ted

Dawn: The Path to Masada

The Path to Masada Elyse Kallen Belgium I open my eyes into pitch black, surrounded by sand, camels, and the brightest stars I’ve ever seen. “I’m not really Jewish.” Despite a night crammed into a tent in the Judean Desert with three dozen other young adults, I’m wide...
War & Peace: Friendship Park

War & Peace: Friendship Park

Friendship Park Kaitlin Barker Davis USA As usual in December, the dirt road to Friendship Park is washed out from a rainstorm, so we walk the mile to the La Posada gathering. The mud smells faintly of fabric softener and will linger in the soles of my shoes for...
War & Peace: Friendship Park

War & Peace: The Red Hand of Ulster

The Red Hand of Ulster Elyse Kallen USA ‘Do you know where the red hand comes from?’ Six American heads shake from side to side. ‘An ancient king cut off his hand and threw it to be the first to touch Ulster’s shore.’ With such a bloody start, it’s no wonder how...
War & Peace: Friendship Park

War & Peace: The Count

The Count Shirley Huey USA Scene: Chino, a town of subdivisions and cattle pens—without traffic, less than an hour away from Los Angeles. At 8am, a pungent manure scent hangs in the hot summer air. The car windows are up, but I can’t escape the stench of cattle...
War & Peace: Friendship Park

War & Peace: Common Ground

Common Ground Anna Souter England The sky was pale mauve-blue, as it can only be in the earliest days of the spring. We stopped for sandwiches and tea kept lukewarm by an ancient thermos in the lea of an immense pile of rocks dropped there by a glacier at the end of...
War & Peace: New Mexico Relics, 2015

War & Peace: New Mexico Relics, 2015

New Mexico Relics, 2015 Elizabeth Enslin USA  From White Sands Missile Range Museum, I drive east on US Route 70 still mulling over the displays: colorful missiles arrayed like playground toys in an outdoor park, a miniature model of the ranch fifty miles away where...